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Dead love
Dead love, dead my love
Dead, I can’t give life to my love
I am dead, she leaves
She leaves, leaves, and smiling
She doesn't care about my feelings and life
Dried my eyes
Nobody cries.
Where are so many psychologists friend
The man’s life will be dead there
I wanted her, not the other women
But there are so many lady friends
Bad advisors. Our love is passed and dead.
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Vilmos Zoltan Galyo
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